Chapter 1
Arron
"Arron," a voice says, "Arron." I feel a slight shake on my shoulder. I open my eyes to peer at the person who was shaking me. "Ugh," I say, my eyes are blurry with sleep.
"Who?" I say as I wipe my eyes.
"Um, you're missing lunch," The person says. "I'm your classmate. I'm three seats down from you. My name's Fadhlan." He looks nervous.
"Oh, okay. Thank you for telling me. Nice to meet you, Fadhlan." Strange. I can't remember my name, or anything that I did yesterday.
I'm sure I'm fine.
I wave at Fadhlan as he walks away, a sort of skittishness in his step. I look in my desk, and to my surprise, I find a diary. It's short and to the point. It tells me where I live and what my name is.
"How interesting," I mutter, placing the diary inside my bag. I don't feel like going to lunch, so I stay in the classroom. My desk is right in the front, by the teacher's desk.
The classroom is beautiful.
The sun is shining through the blinds, but at the same time it's kind of dark. The lesson is still on the chalkboard. The walls and floors are wood. They look like mahogany. I'm amazed that something could be so magnificent.
I put my head down on my desk and close my eyes.
When I open my eyes, there are other kids in the classroom. The teacher hits me on the head with her lesson plan.
"Arron, what are you doing? Sleeping in class? You have detention for a week, and you'll be cleaning the classroom tonight after class." I sigh. What a great day.
"Yes, Ma'am," I say, pulling out my textbook from inside of my desk. She nods at me, and goes back to teaching. I lean on my hand, sighing. Staying after class and then detention on the weekends, what fun.
I'm not paying any attention to the teacher.
My name is Arron, but I don't know who I am.
My past experiences, my parents, my personality.
All of that is gone.
I feel like a blank slate, empty.
They say every ending is a new beginning, but all I feel is alone.
After class is over, I try to find the broom closet.
A boy is already there. He has white hair and dark, suntanned skin. He's pretty tall, too, with bright, green eyes. He's wearing black vans. When I approach him, he doesn't seem to notice. I try to reach past him to grab a broom.
He flinches backwards and hits me in the stomach.
We both fall on the floor.
"What the heck?" I say. "Hey, are you okay?" He nods, and pulls himself up. He bows and runs away, back to the classroom.
"Um...? Okay..." I say to myself. I pick up the broom that the guy dropped and walk back to the classroom.
I sweep the entrance, and all along the back wall. The other two people that are there besides me and the other kid are zoning out. I sigh again and clean the rest of what I'm supposed to clean. When I finish, I grab my bag and leave the classroom. I pull out the diary and look at the address. I don't know where to go. Should I ask for directions?
I'm loitering around the front of the school when the jumpy kid starts to leave the building. Should I ask him? Will he even give me an answer? I breathe out deeply and step in his path. He shrinks backwards, away from me.
Dude.
I wave at him. "I was wondering if you could help me? I need to find a way to this address." He steps closer to me to look at the book that I'm holding up. I cover up my name with my hand because it might make him suspicious of me. He stares at it for a second before looking up and locking eyes with me.
"Forward and then right. Follow." He beckons me with a hand.
"Okay, then," I say, following him.
Turns out that my house isn't too far from the school and that the kid lives next door to me.
"Thanks for getting me here," I say, scratching my head. The boy nods. "Can I get your name?" I ask him.
"My name is Ramelan," He says. "Yours?"
"I'm Arron. Nice to meet you, Ramelan." He nods at me again. This time, he goes home instead of hanging around.
I walk inside of my house, and I'm immediately hugged by, who I assume, is my mom.
"Sweetie, you're home." She squeezes me.
"Hi... Mom..." I gasp out.
"Oh, sorry, honey," She says as she lets me go. "It's just that you were gone for longer than usual today."
"Oh, yeah. About that, I got detention and I had to clean the classroom." My mom looks astounded at this news.
"Wha- My son got detention?" She doesn't sound angry, but she isn't proud either. She holds her stomach and bursts out laughing. She wipes her eyes. "Oh, darling, go to the kitchen, please."
"Um... okay..." I say, nervous and cautious. Still, I proceed to where I assume the kitchen is. Thankfully, it actually is the kitchen, or I would have been in deep crap.
I see my dad sitting by the island, leaning on the marble. My mom comes up from behind me and pats me on the back. I'm startled, but don't let it show.
"Go talk to him." She whispers in my ear. I can't think of anything to say, so I just went over to the island.
"Hi, Dad. I got detention," I say, as I sit down on one of the stools.
"Did you now?" My dad turns to me. His eyes are heterochromia, too. He has black hair, just like me. Except, he has a different skin color than me. He's white, while I'm not. I favor my mother in that area.
"Yeah...." I say, scratching my head again, hoping to get out of this conversation.
"Don't go around doing anything illegal. I won't hesitate to throw you in jail." He looks me dead in the eye when he says this and puts an emphasis on "jail". I cower away from him.
Scary.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper.
"What'd you get detention for?" He smiles at me. I'm sure he can tell that I'm scared of him.
"I fell asleep during lunch in the classroom and my teacher got mad at me," I say.
"Sounds like something you would do." He laughs a loud yet soft laugh. My mom saddles up beside us and puts her arms around my dad. My dad kisses her on the cheek and I can tell that no matter what, they're really in love.
Ew.
YOU ARE READING
All Which Remains
Storie d'amoreAn eighteen year-old-boy wakes up in his classroom to find that he has no memories. A boy finds that everything he knew was a lie. A girl believes that she's killed her brother and seeks revenge on others.
